Their lips met. Kevin couldn't believe how soft her mouth was. She returned his kiss. He sat back and looked into her eyes again. He wasn't sure what he read in them, but he pulled her so that she was laying on him. He kissed her again. Again, she kissed him back. She rested her head on his chest but then took a deep breath and sat back away from him.
"I'd better go upstairs," she said so quietly he barely heard her. She stood up, hooking her shoes over her fingers.
"Are you staying up?" she asked.
He shook his head. She walked to the fireplace then turned to look at him before she turned it off. In the darkness, he heard her door open and close and her footsteps up the stairs.
Kevin leaned his head on his arm. Should I have kissed her? Should I have tried to follow her upstairs? I don't know, I don't know.
There was a hollow pain in the center of his chest. He knew what was wrong. He wanted to knock on her door and tell her how he felt about her. She was his angel, his muse and he couldn't believe she was so close and so far away at the same time.
He started imagining what it would be like to be with her. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He knew Peter would laugh in his face if he knew what had just happened. Peter would have pressed his advantage and would be in bed with her right now.
Kevin relaxed, his body slumped on the couch.
Sarah, can't you see how I feel about you?
He got up and went to bed.
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